“You really can’t,” Sara agreed, flipping through her magazine. “Then again, it doesn’t help that they already think that you’ve screwed their husbands and fathers.”
“I have been busy,” Kasey said, nodding as she took another sip.
“You really have.”
“I need to learn how to pace myself,” Kasey said with a sad shake of her head as she handed him the bottle of juice.
“You probably should at this point,” Sara said, tossing her magazine aside so that she could rummage through the cooler.
“I just don’t know if I can control myself,” Kasey said, taking the bottle of juice back so that she could finish it off before she hopped off his lap and headed towards the chain-link fence so that she could cheer on Mikey, leaving him sitting there thinking about just how much he hated this town.
“It’s not true,” Sara said after a minute.
“What’s not true?” he asked absently as he glanced over his shoulder to find the women glaring towards the fence, taking away any doubt that their glares were for Kasey.
“About Kasey sleeping with all of them.”
“Wouldn’t care if it was,” he said, shifting his attention to find Eric sitting on top of the bleachers and watching Kasey.
“Seriously?” she asked, handing him an ice cold Coke.
“She was a kid.”
“This is true,” she mumbled, looking thoughtful as a thought occurred to him.
“Why does she stay?” he couldn’t help but ask as he glanced around for a vender, hoping they had one here because there was no way in hell that he was going to be able to survive this game on an empty stomach.
“She’s stubborn and refuses to allow a bunch of bitches to push her out of her home,” she said, pointing past the bleachers towards a snack shack that promised the best hot dogs outside of Fenway Park.
“Shocking,” he said, making her smile as she tossed her magazine aside.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, getting up and heading towards the concession stand and before he could follow her to find out if those hot dogs were really as good as they claimed, Kasey was back and sitting on his lap.
“So, Yummy,” she said, helping herself to his Coke, “I was wondering about something.”
“And that is?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her so that he could pull her closer.
“Well,” she said, shifting so that she could reach into her back pocket and pull out the bill that he’d handed her this morning, “it’s about this bill, Yummy.”
“What about it?” he asked, taking his Coke back and took a sip, telling himself that she wasn’t on to him.
“Yeah,” she said, shifting on his lap with a little wiggle that had him choking on his Coke, “So, I’ve been thinking about this bill all morning and I can’t help but wonder about a few things.”
“Like what?” he asked only to grunt when the devious woman gave her bottom another wiggle that had him wishing that they were having this conversation somewhere more private.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, glancing off as she took his soda back and took a sip, “Things.”
“Things?” he asked with a grunt and a groan as she did another wiggle.
Nodding, she repeated, “Things.”
“What sort of things?” he asked, shifting his hands to her hips to stop that damn wiggling that was driving him out of his fucking mind.
Instead of answering, she said, “Yeah, funny story,” and something told him that it wasn’t going to be a funny story, at least not for him, “I made a video for my website showing what the living room and kitchen looked like before and what it looks like now and some of the ladies who’ve had their houses remodeled recently couldn’t help but share how much their remodels cost them.”
“I-”
“Yeah, and funny thing, they all paid more than I did, a lot more, and none of them had anything custom made,” she said with a pointed look at him while he sat there, trying to figure out how to respond.
Apparently, she didn’t expect one, because she simply nodded and continued, “Yeah, so that turned into them guessing how much it cost to have my living room and kitchen renovated. They of course decided that my renovation must have cost a great deal more than theirs because of the two rooms and let’s not forget the custom-made built in shelves, the hand carved dining room table and chairs, the restaurant grade appliances, and the kitchen island. The floor they decided added another fifteen thousand dollars to the price tag,” she said, with a pointed look at him as she took another sip.
He opened his mouth, closed it and cleared his throat before he asked, “And how much did they estimate the cost of your renovation?”
“Oh,” she said, pausing to finish off his Coke, “about sixty thousand dollars, but they didn’t add in the cost of the dining room table set since they felt that was separate from the renovation.”
“I see,” he said, as she reached up and petted him on the head with a big smile that scared the hell out of him, “I’m glad that you do, pookie. I’m glad that you do.”
And with that, she was off his lap and heading back towards the chain-link fence to cheer on Mikey while he sat there, deciding that it would probably be for the best if he slept with one eye open tonight.
Chapter 45
“Are you and Reese fighting?” Mikey asked, hopping onto the freshly made bed with a sigh.
“No, why would you say that?” Kasey asked, as she tossed a pillow onto the bed that Mikey was crashing on for the night.
“Because you haven’t spoken a word to him since the game and he keeps watching your every move as though he expects you to suddenly attack him?” Mikey asked, as she laid back on the bed and pulled the covers up so that she could return to rolling the baseball between her hands.
“Cause he’s paranoid?” she suggested, biting back a smile since it probably wouldn’t do to let her daughter know that she was screwing with someone’s head for the simple joy that it brought her. Well, that and they needed to get a few things straight like that bill for one thing.
“Probably,” Mikey easily agreed as she looked around the room that Reese had given her for the night. “Are you sleeping in here?”
“So that you can kick me out of bed in the middle of the night?” she asked, with a shake of her head and a sigh. “No, I think I’d be better off grabbing one of the other rooms.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Mikey said, rolling over onto her side.
“And why’s that?” she couldn’t help but ask as she turned the television on before handing Mikey the remote.
“Because you snore,” Mikey said with a shrug as Kasey narrowed her eyes on the cruel little girl that she’d actually shared her dessert with tonight.
Never. Again.
“Goodnight, brat,” she said, chuckling as she leaned over and kissed Mikey goodnight.
“Goodnight,” Mikey said, as she put on the sports channel and settled in for the night.
Once she was sure that Mikey wasn’t going to get up and demand another glass of water, try to con another snack out of her, or suddenly need to use the bathroom, she closed the door and headed down the hallway towards the room that she’d picked out earlier for herself, the one that was in the opposite direction of Reese’s bedroom.
Even though he’d offered to sleep on the couch and give her his room for Mikey’s benefit, she felt that sleeping in a different room so that he was forced to squirm for a few hours would also give her a chance to figure out how she was going to come up with the rest of the money to pay him, because there was no way that she was going to feel right about only paying him a third of what the renovations were actually worth.
He’d spent the entire summer working his butt off fixing her kitchen and living room and the only thing that he’d charged her for it seemed was the materials and the appliances and she wasn’t comfortable with that. She didn’t need charity and she definitely didn’t want it from Reese. In a few hours, h
e’d figure that out and-
“We’re going to talk,” Reese announced softly, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but since he’d made that announcement as he’d taken her by surprise and pushed her up against the wall and pulled her hands behind her back so that he could handcuff her, she found herself having a difficult time coming up with a proper response.
That is until he turned her around, leaned down and threw her over his shoulder. After that she had plenty to say, but since she didn’t want to scare Mikey, she waited until he’d carried her into his room and closed the door before she decided to share those things with Reese. As soon as he started to put her down, she opened her mouth and-
Released an embarrassing squeal as he tossed her on the bed so that she landed on her stomach after bouncing a few times and ensuring that she never stepped foot inside another bouncy house for as long as she lived. Not really sure what he had planned and not really willing to find out in this position, she quickly rolled over onto her back, raised her knees and quickly worked her cuffed hands in front of her all while keeping an eye on the man standing at the front of the bed, watching her with a predatory expression that she really didn’t find all that reassuring at this moment.
“Umm, what are you doing?” she couldn’t help but ask as she used her feet and pushed herself back towards the headboard and away from the man watching her every move, wondering when exactly she’d pushed him too far only to sigh. She really needed to stop screwing with people’s heads for her own enjoyment.
“So, I’ve been thinking about a few things,” he said, ignoring her question as he reached down and plucked one of her sandals off and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Things?” she asked, testing her handcuffs only to find that there was no way out of them without the key. “And did we really need the handcuffs to have this conversation?”
“Yes,” he said, as he reached down and plucked off her other sandal and tossed it aside.
“Okay,” she said, nodding slowly as she licked her lips and shifted to the right, hoping that he didn’t see the-
“Hey!” she gasped as he reached over, grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back towards him until her legs were hanging over the edge and Reese was standing between them.
“I didn’t charge you for labor,” he said absently as he released his hold on her ankles so that he could run his fingertips over her thighs, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
“And that’s a problem,” she said with a nod, mentally congratulating herself on being able to think clearly at the moment.
With a slight shake of his head, he watched his fingers continue to run over her legs. “I don’t think it is.”
Sighing, she sat up. “Reese, I-” she started to say only to end with a gasp when he cupped the back of her thighs and with a flick of his wrists had her dropping back onto the bed with a grunt.
“I quoted you twenty thousand dollars and we agreed,” he said, reaching back and pulling off his shirt as she laid there, watching him doing it and telling herself that it would be wrong, so very wrong to enjoy this.
“But, you should have charged more,” she pointed out as she licked her lips, unable to help herself.
“And if you had been anyone else I would have,” he agreed as he tossed his shirt aside and reached for the button of her cut off jeans.
“Because when you met me you realized just how amazing I was?” she asked dryly, finishing with a snort of disgust that turned into a moan when the devious bastard slowly pulled her shorts off.
“Actually, I thought you were a pain in the ass when I first met you,” he said, tossing her shorts aside and since she couldn’t really argue that one, she didn’t.
“And that endeared you towards me so that you screwed yourself out of forty thousand dollars?” she asked, blinking up at him.
“No,” he said, shaking his head as he ran hungry eyes over her.
“Then why did you do it?” she asked, as she shifted her cuffed hands to the side so that she could sit up.
“Honestly?” he asked, as he reached down and pulled off his boots. “I have no fucking clue.”
“That’s not really helpful, Yummy,” she said, leaning back against the headboard as she watched him climb onto the bed and move towards her.
“Grab the headboard, sweetheart,” he said, as he lowered himself onto his arms so that he could kiss the spot right above her knee.
“What?” she asked after a slight pause as a shiver tore through her body when he kissed her again.
“Grab the headboard,” he said, as he lowered himself so that he was lying between her legs.
“W-why?’ she managed to get out even as the next kiss had her reaching back and grabbing hold of the headboard with both hands.
“Because I’m done talking,” he said conversationally as he hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them off.
“Umm, shouldn’t we discuss this?” she asked with something close to panic as he tossed her panties over his shoulder.
“No,” he said with a simple shake of his head as he leaned down and-
“Oh, god!” she gasped, barely able to stop herself from screaming when he licked her from core to clit.
“It’s a gift, Kasey,” he said, sliding his tongue inside her as he reached down and nearly made her whimper when she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.
“But-”
“You’re really not going to let me do something nice for you, hmm?” he asked, pressing a kiss against her slit in the way that she really liked before moving over her and in the process, giving her a view of that very large erection sticking out the front of his pants and making it very hard to remember what they were talking about.
“Don’t you like your gift, sweetheart?” he asked in a seductive whisper as he shifted over so that he could lean down and kiss her neck in a way that really wasn’t fair.
“Reese,” she said his name on a moan as she struggled to focus only to gasp when he lowered himself between her legs so that the tip of his cock was brushing against her slit.
“Tell me you like your gift, sweetheart,” he said, enticing her with another brush of his cock against her.
“I-”
“I worked very hard to make it for you, sweetheart,” he said, kissing his way to her mouth as her hands tightened around the headboard.
“I know you did, which is why-” she started to say only to have her words cut off with a kiss.
Chuckling, he pulled back as he shifted his weight onto one arm so that he was looking at her as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. “You’re stubborn, sweetheart,” he said, as he used his cock to trace her slit, teasing her.
“You knew this going in,” she said, panting as she used her hold on the headboard so that she could roll her hips against him.
“I did,” he agreed as he leaned down to kiss her, “but you forgot one thing.”
“And what’s that?” she asked on a groan when she felt the tip of his cock come to rest where she needed him most.
“I’m just as stubborn,” he said, as he pushed forward and slid inside her with a growl that tore a gasp from her.
Licking her lips, her head dropped back on a gasp as he wrapped one arm around her and grabbed hold of the headboard with the other as he shifted his hips so that the next time that he pushed inside her the move jolted her off the bed and the sounds of her handcuffs clinking together echoed through the room, making it the most erotic sound that she’d ever heard. Eyes locking with hers, he slowly thrust inside her as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered as he released his hold on the headboard and sat back up as he wrapped his arms around her. The move forced her to lower her trembling arms so that they were around his shoulders.
As he shifted her, the handcuffs released another small clicking noise, making her lick her lips and wonder what it would be like to handcuff him
to the bed. It was definitely something that she was willing to look into, she decided on a moan as he leaned back in and kissed her.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he said, as he sat back on his heels and shifted his arm lower so that his hand was grabbing her bottom and-
Caused her breath to hitch as he used the hold to move her on him. “I’m never going to get enough of you,” he swore as he tightened his hold on her so that when he thrust up inside her, he was able to pull her down to meet each thrust and hitting her deeper than she’d ever felt him before.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she kissed him as she tried to hold on, praying that the orgasm that already had her breaths coming quicker and her body trembling would wait so that she could draw out this one perfect moment with him when he was hers and nothing else mattered. Trying to make this last, she held